A young eleven-year-old boy named Poseidon was running and whooping all around the five thousand acre mansion. He was very excited for he was going to Olympia, the school for talented children. His mother, Marie, was yelling at him for running around the house. Marie is around five feet and one inch. She had long wavy white blond hair with dark blue eyes and porcelain skin. Poseidon is around five feet and six inches. He has short jet-black hair with sea green eyes and a tan from all the times he went to the beach. He also has some muscles from him running and doing other exercises. Poseidon was finishing packing and got the trunk lid closed and locked when his father, Orion, walked into his room. Orion is around six feet and two inches with wavy black hair. He has a tan like his son with forest green eyes.
"Now Poseidon, I don't want to get letters from any of your teachers telling me you have gotten into fights or being disrespectful," Orion said sternly, but with a twinkle in his eyes. Poseidon looked up and saw the twinkle in his eyes. He knew that his father was just telling him and that he would not be very angry with him if a letter was sent home.
"Yes Father," he replied with a smile on his face. Orion turned around and walked out of Poseidon's room. Poseidon picked up some miscellaneous items off the floor and picked up his trunk. He looked around his ocean themed room with a sigh. He felt like he was actually underwater and viewing the sunken city of Atlantis. He turned around and walked out of his room and closed the door with a loud click. He began to walk down the hallways and looked at the Greek ornate designs. He never really understood why his parents were into Greek Mythology so much. He shook his head and looked directly to his right and stopped to stare at the statue of Poseidon, his namesake. His parents decided to leave it in the foyer so every guest that walked through the front door would see it. The statue showed Poseidon's muscles with his mighty trident while a toga was wrapped around him and yet looked like the wind was trying to blow it off. Poseidon smiled for he was going to miss walking past his favorite statue every morning. He tore his eyes off the statue and walked up to his parents who were watching him from the front door. They walked over to the car, put Poseidon's trunk in the back and drove off to the train station. When they arrived, Orion grabbed Poseidon's trunk and carried it for him to Platform Ten. They arrived at the platform with fifteen minutes to spare before Poseidon had to get on the train and for them to say their goodbyes. Orion put the trunk down slowly and pulled his son into his strong arms. Neither father nor son wanted to let go of each other. Marie cleared her throat causing both to jump apart when they heard her. Orion gave Marie a questioning look and Poseidon was looking in between his parents.
"I would like to speak with Poseidon privately before he goes," Marie responded to his questioning look. Orion gave a curt nod and both left him alone on the Platform. They then found an empty waiting room.
"What is it Mother?" Poseidon asked with curiosity.
"I want you to be on your best behavior at Olympia, stay on top of your studies and under no circumstances are you to make any friends," she said harshly with a sneer.
"Mother, you can't stop me from making friends and Father has already told me to be on my best behavior," he replied with a shaky voice.
Marie raised her hand and slapped Poseidon across the face. Poseidon reeled back in shock because she hadn't hit him since he got the letter from Olympia saying he got accepted into the school for the talented.
"You will not backtalk me you little freak," she said with venom in her voice. He simply nodded and walked out of the room. He walked right into a sea of people, looked around for his father and noticed him on his left. He walked up to his father, grabbed his trunk, jumped onto the train without saying goodbye, but did not notice that his father saw the hand print on his face. He walked halfway up to the front of the train before he saw a boy his age sitting by himself. He noticed the boy was around five feet and two inches with shoulder length of jet-black hair. He also noticed the stormy blue eyes and the cream colored skin. Poseidon opened the door and the boy looked at him.
"May I sit with you?" Poseidon asked hoping to make a friend.
"Sure," the boy replied gesturing to the empty seat.
Poseidon lifted his trunk up, put it on the rack and sat down. He turned around and looked out the window to see his parents fighting while drawing a crowd. He shook his head and turned away from the window. Then, both boys were lurched forward by the train starting to take off for Olympia.
"What's your name?" the boy asked to be polite.
"Poseidon Perkalis," he replied. "What's your name?"
"Zeus Grace," Zeus said.
"It's nice to meet you." Poseidon said politely. Suddenly, the compartment door opened and a boy with short chocolate brown hair with hazel eyes walked in. The boy was around five feet exactly and porcelain colored skin. He quickly closed the door and was panting.
"Hey, what happened to you?" Zeus asked.
"Some of the older students thought that it would funny to beat to me up and didn't expect me to fight back, so now they really want to beat me up for beating their leader in a fight," he explained while gulping down some air.
"Well, you can stay here," Poseidon offered.
"Thanks. My name Ares Eyre by the way," Ares said while plopping down next to Zeus. Both of them introduced themselves to Ares and began to talk. While they were talking, a boy with short red hair, icy blue eyes walked in and sat down next to Poseidon. He was around four feet and eleven inches with very white skin that the boys thought he was a ghost. Poseidon turned to the boy and asked, "What's your name?"
"P-p-Peter G-g-Grande," he replied with a stutter. The boys introduced themselves and fell quiet. Poseidon turned and looked out the window to see the countryside going by in a blur of yellow, green, and brown colors. He turned away to see Ares and Zeus with a bored expression and Peter was just starting at him, making him very uncomfortable.
"Lets play truth or dare," Ares suddenly exclaimed.
Zeus and Poseidon jumped when Ares broke the silence. They quickly agreed to play with truth or dare with him. Ares turned to Peter when he didn't receive an answer.
"Peter, want to play?" He asked trying to lock eyes with him.
"N-n-n-no," he replied scooting away from the other three, but still staring at Poseidon. Peter was thinking about raping Poseidon when they would be older. Poseidon shivered and scooted away from Peter toward the window trying to get away from the staring.
"Why are you staring at Poseidon?" Zeus asked with irritation in his voice. Peter squeaked and fled the compartment. Poseidon sighed with a grateful look on his face.
"Thanks," he said.
"Your welcome," Zeus replied. "He was getting on my nerves.
"Okay. I'm starting first," Ares said.
"Okay," they chorused together.
"Truth or dare Zeus?" Ares asked looking at him.
"Truth," he replied.
"Do you like guys or girls?" He asked with an innocent face.
"Guys," he replied with confidence.
"Truth or dare Poseidon?" he asked turning to said boy.
"Truth," he said.
"Who is your favorite Greek god or goddess?" he asked with curiosity in his voice.
"Poseidon smiled and replied, "Poseidon."
All three boys began to laugh at how his favorite Greek god was his namesake. They kept going back and forth asking questions than doing any dares.
"Hey, this is more of game of truth rather than truth or dare," Ares pointed out. Both boys nodded their heads to say they agreed with him. Poseidon turned and looked out the window hoping that neither Ares and Zeus asked how his home life was.
"What's your home life like?" Zeus asked gaining Ares curiosity. They both noticed how Poseidon became as stiff as a board and how the color drained out of his face. He didn't look at them and wanted to lie to them, but he knew that they saw his reaction.
"I don't really know if it is good or bad," he said quietly.
"What do you mean?" Ares asked now worried about his new friend.
"Well, my dad loves me a lot and will be stern when it comes to serious stuff, but other wise he just lets me be a kid. My mother on the other hand, treats me like I shouldn't be there," he replied.
"How does she treat you Poseidon?" Zeus asked and Poseidon grimaced when he heard the question.
"She has hit me…" he trailed off.
"WHAT!?" they both yelled.
"Poseidon, you do realize that is child abuse right?" Ares asked with a frightened voice.
"No, I didn't know that," he replied while shaking his head.
"What else did she do?" Zeus asked.
"She has called me a freak and treats me like a servant. While my dad is away on a business trip, she will lock me in my room and only let me out to use the bathroom. I have to do chores that an adult can do like plumbing. She will also give the bear minimum of food and water to me. I will be let out of my room three days before my dad comes home, so I can eat and make it seem like everything is fine," he said all this very quietly. Zeus stood up, took two steps, plopped down next to Poseidon and gave him a sideways hug. Poseidon leaned into the hug and closed his eyes.
"Last question Poseidon," Ares said. "Has she ever beaten you and did she hit you before you got on the train?"
"Yes, she has beaten me before with a belt and she slapped me because I told her she can't stop me from making friends and that dad told me to be on my best behavior," he replied truthfully with his eyes still closed. Ares and Zeus locked eyes and vowed to help and protect Poseidon no matter what.
"Truth or dare Zeus?" Ares asked very suddenly. Zeus immediately knew that Ares was changing the subject off of Poseidon's life.
"Truth," he replied. Poseidon opened his eyes and was looking at his friends.
"Do you like anyone in this compartment?" Ares asked with a mischievous look in his eyes.
Zeus groaned and turned as red as a tomato and replied with, "Poseidon." He turned away from both boys because of how embarrassed he was. Poseidon's eyes were as wide as saucers because he had a crush on Zeus as soon as he saw him and just as red as Zeus. Ares just started to laugh because of his friends' reactions.
"It's not funny!" They both yelled at the same time.
"I think it is because you both had the same reaction basically," he replied still laughing. Zeus turned to see Poseidon blush an even deeper red.
"Poseidon, do you like Zeus?" Ares asked very suddenly.
"Yes," Poseidon said while his face got an even deeper red. Zeus just grabbed Poseidon's hand and started to rub soothing circles on the back of his hand. He started to relax when Zeus did this.
"Hey, we don't know each other's talents," Poseidon blurted out. Zeus and Ares looked at each other in shock forgetting about Olympia. All three looked out the window to see the skyline having a mix of pink, red and purple. They figured they had about ten to fifteen minutes before they arrived.
"My talent is that I can write and sing songs for any type of music including jazz," Ares said with a blush.
"My talent is that I can make paintings like Leonardo da Vinci and sculptures like Michelangelo," Zeus said proudly. Ares and Poseidon stared at him in shock because no one had been able to recreate Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo's work.
"My talent is that I can play any instrument including the banjo," Poseidon finally said with a sigh. Ares and Zeus started howling with laughter and Poseidon glared at them, but joined them in the laughter. They stopped laughing after five minutes and just talked about their talents. After ten minutes, the conductor announced that they arrived at the station and to leave their trunks on the train. The three boys joined the sea of kids getting off the train into the cool night. The boys began to follow the other eleven year olds and spotted Peter, but didn't care. Zeus grabbed Poseidon's hand so as not to be separated.
"Guys, lets be best friends forever no matter what," Ares said with a huge grin on his face.
"Lets," Poseidon and Zeus replied with huge grins on their faces as well. They wrapped their arms around each other and walked towards the school that looked exactly like Hogwarts to them. They looked at each other and grinned for the school was the place where their friendship took off.